This was art intuition from the very get-go. I used an old piece of scrap, test wood, with globs of hot glue and drippy paint all over it. Rough patterns, paint smears, the whole nine yards. And I just intuitively placed Primitive Wiggles here and there, letting a sense of balance and composition be my only guide. Then, one of my favorite songs, Furr by Blitzen Trapper, came on, and the title became a line from the song. It's so loosey goosey and freeform one might be inclined to believe it was sort of prophetic, perhaps ages ago even shamanic. The meaning will reveal itself in time I'm sure.
What do y'all think my brain was up to while painting this?

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